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Derek squinted his eyebrows trying to clear his head, he couldn’t remember what he was doing here. He.. He had been… it was something important. What felt like fire ran along his veins finally causing him to snap open his eyes and would you look at that he was hooked up to a battery, fucken hunters, so he was obviously doing something and he got captured somehow, great.
The room was dark and with his senses dulled he couldn’t get a good look so he closed his eyes again and tried to focus his hearing looking for any heartbeats, ahead of him through the metal bars and further into the darkness there was fleeting ba bum quickly overpowered by the familiar jack rabbit heartbeat behind him. Stiles his eyes snapped open again and he took an embarrassingly loud sniff, a growl forced its way out of his chest before he even felt it coming while his head snapped to where he heard a heartbeat. He would kill them all for making Stiles bleed.
“I see you are finally awake, Alpha Hale.” The source of said heartbeat spoke, he slowly stepped into the light, his face had a few scars that Derek couldn’t wait to add to the first chance he got. “You see there have been quite a few, how do the reports put it ‘animal attacks’ here in Beacon Hills, and considering how low the Argent family has fallen we thought it was only right that we check it out, don’t you agree?” He actually looked like he expected Derek to answer and agree with him. Derek just glared at him and let out a deeper growl in response.
The hunter signaled behind him and two more hunters appeared out of the darkness causing him to growl even more because he hadn’t even known that they were there, there was a threat right there and he didn’t sense it. His claws tried to extend to no avail and when the first hunter stepped into the cage with one of the new ones he actually tried to bite them but of course just got air, his wolf let out a growl of disappointment he wanted blood damn it.
“And you wonder why we put you animals down.” The new one outside the cage said, coward his wolf snarled Derek couldn’t help but hum in agreement the coward would never have said that had he been anywhere near Derek. While he was distracted the scarred hunter made his way to the controls and turned it up and demanded, “Don’t you agree?”
When Derek just turned his growling back to him he shook his head, turned the dial up more and turned to the other hunter in the cage “Bring me the boy, we’re obviously not going to get anything out of the mutt.” The second hunter moved past Derek out of his line of sight, grabbed the boy by his feet and dragged him back. Dropping Stiles at his leader's feet, he gripped the back of Stiles’ head and put him in an upright position. The scarred hunter pulled a cloth that smelt like chemicals out of his pocket and Derek pulled at the chains binding him in place.
“Do Not Touch Him!” Derek snarled uselessly as the hunter shoved the cloth into Stiles’ face. Stiles gasps for breath as his body tries to jerk forward stopped by the other hunter’s grip on his head he can’t help the whimper that escapes him, trying to recover Stiles tries to figure out what is happening before he has much of a chance to do anything the legs in front of him become a scarred face, “Good morning,” the face smiled but there was no warmth behind it instead the malice intent was clear. “You see, your Alpha here” he gripped Stiles’ chin and forced him to look at Derek, “He doesn’t seem to be too cooperative, how about you and me change that, huh?” he turned Stiles back to face him.
And Stiles even managed to move a bit closer to spit in his face, “Listen here, you ugly bastard I’m not helping you with jack shit!” he tried to fight the hold on him while the scarred ugly bastard wiped the spit off his face with a flick of a wrist the glob of spit splattered onto the floor and he surged forward punching Stiles hard enough the knock his face to the side. Stiles didn’t even take a second to breath he just turned his head back around and laughed at the hunter, “That’s the best you got huh?”
In the background he could hear Derek yelling at him to just shut up and then another hunter appeared out of nowhere and he and the scarred faced bastard started hitting Stiles wherever they could. “Stop Stop, I’ll tell you whatever you want to know just leave him alone!” Derek tried to turn their attention back to him, when they still didn’t stop he roared with all his might. The scarred hunter finally stopped and signaled something to the other hunters and the one holding Stiles moved him into a corner at the back and stood guard in front of him.
The other two hunters started walking towards Derek when suddenly the window letting in light behind him shattered and Peter landing next to him already in his beta shift he surged forward with a roar as more of the pack filled the space behind him. Peter felt the blood drip down his claws as he swiped at the hunter with a scar above his left eyebrow, dropping him on the floor Peter knocked the other hunter next to him on the ground and banged his head into the concrete knocking him out. He saw Scott and the twins move past him and left them to deal with the last hunter, he turned back to see if he could help free Derek but when he saw that Kira was already there at the wooden slab where Derek was chained, he let her deal with the electricalness of it all.
Peter stood by ready to catch the Alpha should he need to but as soon as the power had been turned off Derek ripped the chains holding him out of the wood and moved to the hunter Peter had ‘scratched’. Derek stood above the man and let his claws extend, he crouched down and ran a clawed finger down the hunters cheek before he swiped at the man's face with all five of his claws. Leaving the man gasping and crying out behind Derek ran to where Stiles had been dragged.
Scott was busy trying to get Stiles to wake up when Derek dropped down on his knees next to Scott and he tried not to wince when he heard the resounding thud that had to have hurt. “We need to get him to the hospital Derek, he’s not waking up”
Derek sat with his hands in his head, he couldn’t really remember what had happened all he knew was that Scott was telling him that Stiles needed the hospital and then next thing he knew he was running into the hospital with Stiles in his arms screaming that he needed help, and then as soon as they took Stiles from him it was fuzzy again. He got up startling the pack around him and started pacing along the waiting room.